Ima just pretend it's March 1st because I'm over these February blues. Why does the shortest month feel the longest? I don't want to rush through life, but February sucks. Every year. It's probably because I'm sick of winter by this point and have forgotten to take my Vitamin D for weeks now. I want to walk around in the fresh spring air and sun and listen to birds and watch Felix discover this beautiful planet and play in puddles with Niko after school. Until then, poetry helps. I opened my first present to myself today (I wrote about my wrapped pile of books earlier this year)!
I'm not 100% sure how copyright laws go, but I know I can share with you the Kafka quote that opens the book: "The man in ecstasy and the man drowning -- both throw up their arms." I have hopes for this one. TBC